Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Chapter 1638

Chapter 1638

"Hiss."

Madeline turned her head hurriedly and saw Jeremy's face gradually turning pale.

She quickly noticed that Jeremy's right leg trembled slightly when he stepped on the accelerator. The thought of Jeremy's injury pained her heart. "Jeremy, stop the car by the roadside. I'll drive."

Jeremy glanced at the rearview mirror. After confirming that the coast was clear, he followed Madeline's instructions and stopped the car by the roadside.

After the car had stopped, Madeline and Jeremy decisively exchanged seats. Madeline then started the car.

She was not familiar with the roads of St. Piaf, so she continued onwards, following the road the entire way until they reached a deserted path. After ensuring that there were no cars following them from behind, Madeline stopped the car.

"Jeremy, how are you doing?"

Madeline's heart ached as she approached Jeremy's side. When she saw the wound on his ankle bleeding again, she immediately got off the car and helped Jeremy out of the passenger seat.

She looked around but could not replace a place at which to stop off. Madeline could only help Jeremy sit on a rock by the roadside.

She rolled up the legs of his trousers. The sight of the bleeding wound made her feel as though her heart was cut by a knife. Although she had provided a cursory treatment on Jeremy's injury last night, the wound seemed to have gotten bloodier overnight.

"Jeremy, let's go to the hospital." Madeline was really worried. She was not scared of getting arrested and sent to jail. The only thing that scared her now was Jeremy's wound getting infected and advancing to a more severe state if he did not get treated in time.

However, just as she tried to pull him into the car, Jeremy pulled her into an embrace and held her tightly.

Madeline froze. "Jeremy."

"Don't speak." Jeremy's soft voice bloomed into Madeline's ear. "Let me hold you."

His low voice sounded a bit hoarse. Madeline felt as if her heart was being torn, the pain indescribable.

She raised her hand and held Jeremy tightly, pressing her face against the side of his face.

There was so much she wanted to say, but she felt that silence was better than any words right now.

"Linnie, I'm so scared that you will always be trapped in that deep sleep, always under Carter's control, always thinking that he is the one you love, unable to ever wake again." Jeremy voiced out the concerns and fears in his heart, hugging her even tighter.

Madeline stroked Jeremy's head as if she was coaxing a child, comforting him patiently and tenderly.

"How is that possible? I will never forget the man I love the most," she said soothingly. "Jeremy, listen to me. Let's go to the hospital."

"No, I won't let you go into such a place again. Absolutely not!" Jeremy denied stubbornly. His eyebrows knitted together tightly.

As he continued speaking, he let go of his embrace and grasped Madeline's shoulders.

"Linnie, you didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to bear such a crime."

Madeline's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Jeremy, listen to me. I know this is a trap planned by Carter, but in a sense, I did violate the marriage law of St. Piaf and Glendale. I should go and explain this to them clearly."

"You won't be able to." Jeremy's gaze became deeper. "Do you know Carter's background in St. Piaf? Do you know St. Piaf's marriage law? You don't know how serious bigamy is here."

Madeline was slightly stumped for words. "I stayed at the Gray Manor for a while. I don't know his exact identity, but I know that he has a viscount title."

"His identity is not that simple, Linnie. I must take you back to Glendale first," Jeremy said, pulling Madeline to her feet.

As soon as he got up to leave, however, there came the sounds of the chasing cars nearby.

The arriving cars surrounded them quickly.